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I am a 29-year certified certified practitioner. I am an amateur bodybuilder. I am a strict diet. I dont drink. I do not smoke. I use a hand disinfectant every time I shake the hand of a patient. I have not been sick for 10 years. And yet, theCoronavirus almost killed me.

I first noticed that I had a nose running on March 7, but without cough, fever or shortness of breath - the only threeSymptoms Centers for disease control and prevention (CDC) cited At the time, I thought it was just a cold or allergies. So I did what is common: I took Claritin, Mucinex and a Z-Pak. I have a little better yet, but less than a week later, I started doing a ride for the worst.

On the night of March 13, I felt sick that I had never felt in all my life. My fever up to 104. I wasout of breath And I had bodily pain and chills. Even with two quilts on me, I always did the gel. I took two Tylenol, hoping that it helped with fever, but I knew the next morning that I had to go to the hospital.

When I woke up, I headed for Emory St. Joseph's hospital in Atlanta, whereI was a nurse for five years. (I'm now working in the orthopedics and drug medicine in a detox facility.) I went to this hospital specifically because I knew I could trust the staff and that they would make me comfortable .

When I arrived, I told the urgency of my symptoms and that I wanted to beTested for coronavirus. They wrapped my nose and could test there for the flu (which was negative), but the sample was to be sent to a laboratory to see if it wasPositive for COVID-19. I would not know the results up to three days later. Then they made a thoracic radiography. The nurse did not take long for the nurse to tell me that I had pneumonia in both lungs.

They continued to give me antibiotics, fluids and tylenol around the clock, but my temperature would not move, and it was more and more difficult for me to breathe. I started developing aterrible cough. Then the migraines settled and I could not even go to the bathroom without the help of an oxygen tank. So I started coughing more and more, I asked nurses to collect a mucus samplebe tested for Covid-19. The nasal buffer was negative, but I just felt what was happening. If I did not ask that, I do not even know that I would have been correctly diagnosed.

But the worst part of all this was negligence. The nurses were afraid to come to the room to help me. I understand that they fearedThe Unknown of Covid-19-We have all done - but as a patient and an old nurse at this hospital, I felt very neglected. It was as if I was deteriorating only in my hospital room.

The night nurse did not even want to touch me, so she never made an assessment all I was on this floor. I knew what a nurse should have done in the situation and I knew I did not have this level of care. I was a former colleague and I am in the profession of health, and they always treated me like that. I could not imagine what people who do not know how to defend themselves - or what care they have not passed.

In the coming days, my temperature increased to 104, my oxygen levels dropped, my pneumonia worsened and my heart became enlarged. At this point, my doctor told me that I would be admitted to the ICU and my best bet at that time - because I did not breathe my own - had to be intubated. Hear that crushed my soul. I know what intubation is and I never thought it would happen to me. I started tearing. I was terrified and I was angry. I could not help but think that if I had not been overlooked, maybe things may not have been at that point.

But the worst absolute part was that I had to spend it alone. Because ofcontagiousness of COVID-19, I could not have anyone with me. I did not have anyone's hand to hold one of the most frightening moments in my life. I satiated to call my mother, my father, my sister and my twin brother in South Carolina. I was so scared because I'm superman from my family. I am the healthiest person they know and I had to tell them that I would be intubated and I did not know when or if I would be able to talk to them again. I had to prepare them for the fact that I could not do it through that. They all broke in tears. TheHospital employeesSaid my family could come to see me by the window if they wanted it, but the time my father has led four hours to the hospital in Atlanta, I was already intubated and he said "no visitor authorized. He could not stand even outside the window to see me.

I was completely alone and with a tube in my throat, I could not talk to nurses and doctors around me. I would shed messages on my phone or things write pieces of paper. I could barely sleep because I was so uncomfortable and the drugs they gave me were caused me to hallucinate. One night, I finally been able to close my eyes and fall asleep, but what seemed to be minutes later, I woke up in extreme discomfort, panting. My tube had got clogged. Words can not describe how I was scared. I knew it would take nurses to always enter my room with all the personal protective equipment (PPE) had to put. I really thought I will not do it.

Due to the tube gets on, I had vomited and bile in all my hospital blouse and nurses still do not change me. I had never felt worse. I was exhausted and dirty. I could not talk and I could not take care of myself. In my entire time at the hospital, I bathed once. If it was not negligence, I would have had more hope. I felt so badly and it was so uncomfortable, I did not sleep yet for all the time I was in the intensive care unit.

Even if it was difficult to continue fighting, I was determined to get better so that I can find a semblance of cleanliness and mental health. Slowly, doctors started to seen oxygen and I prove that I could breathe alone. After four days in the intensive care unit, I finally released.

When I arrived at my new floor at the hospital, I immediately told the nurse that I did not want medicines, I did not want an assessment, and I did not want to have my vital signs taken all that I wanted, was to get up and clean. Although I was wobbly at first, I had not been out of bed more than a week, and I had not had nutrition finally I was able to rise alone. I took a shower for an entire hour and I used a Dove shower gel bottle.

After so many things taken away from you-do not be able to take a shower, do not be able to sleep, not being able to eat, not being able to breathe alone, do not be able to see the family, not being able to go outside -Youlearn to enjoy life in a whole new way.

After three days in the hospital, my lungs and the heart strengthened. I remember the relief and joy that I felt when doctors showed me my statistics and I saw how much I had improved. Finally, I was told, I was allowed to go home.

Yet, for about a week after, I had trouble sleeping. And it took two weeks for me to get my voice fully from intubation. But now, I work as I was before I fell ill and I'm back to work, the education of my colleagues on how to provide the best possible care, and the education of our patients on the way to stay safe. It is almost surreal and frankly, it scares. I can only think that I was almost about to die and now I'm the Quawn I was two months ago.

AsStates begin to reopen companiesWe are all likely to put us in danger, African Americans in particular. Afro-Americans are more likely to many evils than other races and coronavirus is one of them. We have less access to health care, we have less access to education, and we are more likelyessential workers. But now is the time tobe more conforming and safer than ever. Everyone must do his part. And the sooner they do, the sooner it can go.

Lequawn James, MSN, APRN, AGNP-C, is a 29-year-old certified certified practitioner, an amateur bodybuilder, health coach and certified nutrition, CBD / THC life coach, based in Atlanta. You can connect with Lequawn onInstagram,Facebook, andLinkedin. It is his experience with Covid-19, as Jaimie Etkin Best Life said.

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